Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 978 - 975: Does It Hurt? (1)

"Does it hurt?"

He unexpectedly asked the two words, unsure why she kept saying it hurt, making him feel a strange warmth inside. Three years, three years of self-control, crumbled completely in these three days.

Clearly, he hadn’t done anything to her. He rely wanted to settle accounts for the stolen kiss and accepting roses from another man.

This kind of boldness, only she would have.

The account hadn’t even started, and she was already acting so mischievously, complaining about the pain. He certainly wasn’t gay; otherwise, how would he have kids?

She was that daring!

Initially furious, but unexpectedly, seeing her made his heart lighten a bit.

"It hurts~" she furrowed her little eyebrows, looking at him with her teary big eyes, "You know it hurts, and yet you won’t let go~"

She was very beautiful, and when she pouted, she could charm a man to no end because her allure was bone-deep.

"Look, my hand is swollen from your grip, and your belt is digging in, I can’t even move, doesn’t that hurt~"

Lucas Knight fell silent. Was she doing it on purpose? He already found her appealing, and she was so like little Pear—carved from the sa mold, unable to resist her eyes, and now she was like this.

Lucas Knight’s voice was hoarse: "Can you speak properly? I asked you what your na is."

"Are you thinking about ?" She teased with a smile, "Handso, we’ve just t, are you already thinking of pursuing ?" Was he interested in her?

If so, then so be it.

Could he at least offer a gift to show his interest?

He asked so openly, not even a gift, no sincerity.

"Pursue you?" He echoed. This woman was not only confident but also very narcissistic! However, she indeed had the capital, very much so.

Last night, as he undressed her with his own hands, he nearly couldn’t hold back, refrained from looking at her, and took a two-hour cold shower.

By dawn, he had left the Presidential Suite to attend to business, only to return and find a note she left: [Even a gay guy looks this handso, it’s a pity he’s gay and has issues in that departnt. But honestly, kissing you felt quite nice though.]

Leaving a note would have been enough, but she also left so money, not as compensation for the broken lock but as paynt?

Isn’t she just asking for trouble?

Throughout the Sovereign Empire, no one had repeatedly challenged his authority like this.

"Yes, you really don’t want to pursue , do you?" She bit her lip. After being single for so long, why does getting close to a stranger feel like falling in love?

"No," he replied.

After all, little Pear and handso little Night are only three-year-old darlings. Though he is cold, he is a warm daddy with no plans to find them a stepmother.

Moreover, little Pear clings to him so much; every ti he goes on a business trip, she cries for hours, her face stained with tears, breaking his heart.

Little Pear loves to cry, loves to eat pears, and most of all, loves her daddy. As long as he’s around, she wants to sleep in his arms every day, unwilling to be apart even for a mont.

As for little Ivy Night, he’s a little man, sleeping alone in a crib since young, and always pacifying little Pear, though his way of pampering his sister is rough and direct.

He simply grabs little Pear, tucks her in his arms, and plants a kiss on her rosy cheek.